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With so very many things, as always, going on, I have been downright neglectful of this blog. It’s not that I have lost my love of sharing what’s going on, and anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I will strike up a conversation with nearly anyone at the drop of a hat*.

*Please do not drop perfectly fine vintage hats just to talk to me. If I don’t speak first, you just say hello. Deal?

So, I keep doing that thing where I try to decide if I should make a whole new blog and wash my hands of this one and make an individual blog for each thing I have going on, but in the last 10 minutes I have decided that scrapping one in favor of 3 will only lead to my being institutionalized. So below is a list of things you can expect to see here from now on.

Regular Posts from your friendly neighborhood vintage gal including Outfits of the Day, tutorials, recipes, and picture heavy posts chronicling my local, and hopefully far off, adventures . (I’ve actually made a reminder in my iPhone calendar with alarms and all to see to it that these get done on the reg.)

Updating the Reel Roll with movies and TV shows that I’ve viewed and think may be of interest to at least one person.

Insanity. The workout, not my state of mind. I’m currently on my 4th day of it. I’ll likely randomly update about this too.

News about The Atomic Squirrel including sales and awesome finds that you should really go ogle at.

I’m getting Married! I know I announced that back when we got engaged. We are in the planning phase now and I want to share just what an awesome experience that is!

So that’s it really. I’m off to take care of a few errands and if I’m lucky, get to photograph some places I’ve been meaning to. If any of this things appeal to you, subscribe, bookmark, and check back often. Your “likes”, shares, pins, stars and comments encourage me to keep writing with purpose!

Most people don’t know that about me. (well, except for all of you, but you just found out.) I forget how much I truly enjoy it until I take off, usually for no reason at all. My mind says “Crazy girl! What are you doing?!?” but my legs go, and I feel alive. I feel in tune and peaceful as I make each stride. Like my next connection to the pavement is the only thing that matters in the world. (Honestly one foot in front of the other is probably the best way to do everything anyway.) So, I go. I go until my legs can no longer carry me. Filled with endorphins, I can ride the high of that one run all week. Then it fades, and the memory of how I felt becomes fuzzy. I forget altogether how much I gained, how clear my mind became, how centered I was. I may even forget the fact that I went running, or the amazing feeling I was left with, all together.

For weeks I’ll watch those crazy people, up at 0500, running downtown. Thinking all the while, “Why on earth would someone torture themselves like that? Don’t you people have lives?”. I do this, until one day, I get that urge from seemingly nowhere, and take off. Going where ever my body takes me before it asks my brain permission. (Because, as we all know, it’s better to “do now, apologize later” than be denied permission and have to make amends.) I experience that thrill that comes with knowing that I AM ALIVE. That it is my heart beating inside MY chest, MY lungs are filled to the brim. These feelings leave me hungry to go again, to gain complete clarity, even if only fleetingly. Alas, my cycle repeats and my fuzziness returns, leaving only the faintest memory. I’m hoping 2012 comes with more opportunity, more of that urge, to just take off, run, and rejuvenate my spirit.